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He cocked his brows and shoved his hands into his pockets, urging her to speak up. "Thought I should join you here." Maris muttered, unsure of what else to say. "Was Ovid's metamorphosis the first werewolf book ever written?" "Nope. Gilgamesh was the first lycanthropy story teller. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone." Logan spat, a sour expression flashed in his eyes before he sat on one of the rocks to watch the gentle flowing of the stream. Maris chewed the insides of her cheeks and stared down at her body. She felt dirty. It had been two days since she last had her bath.

Disappointment flashes on her face and she says to go right in. I move my way through the library and check as many ancient werewolf books as possible but there's nothing about natural born golden eyed werewolves or any tribe that seemed to have any. I try the computer and go online, I do research but a bunch of stories and shitty "facts" about werewolves appear all over. I scoff at how stupid all the articles are, these people don't know shit about werewolves. Sighing, I slump back in the chair. This is pointless, I can't find anything here.

Werewolf. Hundreds of results. Stories. Legends. Murders. News articles. Witchcraft. Pack rituals. None of it helped. All it did was make my stomach twist. Then I remembered the old Anti-Werewolf Club group chat. I hadn’t checked it in forever. I scrolled through it now. Half-jokes. Some angry rants. A few links that looked promising. "Signs you're being turned." "How to test your humanity." "Known cures (none verified)." My breath caught at that last one. I opened the link.

"Lycans? You interested in werewolves?" "Not really. More like browsing, seeing what's out there. I saw Viktor book and got curious. This website, Lycan Links, seems pretty legit. They list fictional stories, have a whole 'myths and facts' section, even FAQs." I snorted, pointing at the screen. "Look at this! They have sections to help werewolves find jobs, doctors, you name it. Of course, I can't access most of it since my werewolf application is still pending." Beth squinted at the page. "You didn't actually fill it out with all your real info, did you?"

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.

--- Chloe was talking non-stop as she drove Katie Clyde to campus, Katie Clyde was silent, and wasn't responding as she ought to. Chloe nudged her roughly and yelled "Katie!" Katie Clyde winced in pain and pursed her lips "what?" Chloe sneered "serves you right, why ain't you responding to me? didn't you hear what I was saying" Katie Clyde sighed heavily "Chloe, what if werewolves and vampires are real? what if they live among us? what if they are one of those people we see each day?" Chloe looked at Katie Clyde strangely "Katie, have you been watching too many movies, recently?" she reposted.

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“All I have to say is that whoever is freeing the wolves in Oconee, they won’t stop until all of the wolves are free. And in the meantime? We’re here to help those who make it to us.” The newswoman hesitated, then her smile grew a touch more genuine. She turned to the camera. “You heard it, everyone. So, for anyone worried about our southern neighbors, donating to the Werewolf Liberation Fund is an excellent way to help. Anything else to say, Mr. Carmillan?” “Go to our website to see other ways you can help if you’re short on money. We could always use more volunteers. We’re also in the planning stages of getting a charity run set up.”